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  Sebastian smiled at the challenge, leaned down, and whispered in my ear.

  “That’ll never happen.”

  I nodded, feeling his erection pushing into the soft area below my waist through his pants.

  He kissed me again. His lips caressed me to the point I was almost convinced I could orgasm just from the feel of his lips on mine, and his body pressed against me. He released my hands in order to sit up and off of me.

  "You have two choices. Take those off, or have them torn off of you," he said, indicating my skirt and lingerie.

  Normally, I enjoy the idea of stripping for my lover, though it wasn’t like I’d had a lot of them. It adds to the foreplay, to slowly reveal the soft hidden portions of my skin. Because of my Mediterranean blood, I can get some very wicked tan lines, and I always enjoyed the look of anticipation in a man's eyes as he took in the different tones. Getting to my knees in front of him, I started with my skirt, which partially wrapped around and could be undone with a tie and a few snaps. I turned as I did so, to let him get a good look of my ass as I pulled the two ends of the skirt, hugging tight against my hips before falling to the ground.

  I expected him to do what most of my other lovers had, which was to gasp at the sight of my tan-lined cheeks. Sebastian just chuckled, and I looked over my shoulder in shock.

  "Oh, don’t get me wrong, it's nice," he said. Not bored, but not knocked out like I expected. "But it's going to take more than just shaking your ass to impress me. Get the rest off, and then I'll let you take mine off."

  I nodded meekly, my confidence shaken. In the bedroom, I was used to having control, and could easily make any man bend to my will. Now, even my best wasn't giving me any of the confidence I usually had. I felt my throat tighten and a tear come to my eye as I pulled my panties down, reaching for the clasp on the front of my bra and pulling it off the reveal my breasts. I knelt on the bed, my eyes downcast when he stroked his fingers under my jawline, lifting my chin to look him in the eye.

  "Don't be ashamed of your body, it's beautiful," Sebastian said, "but I've had too many women think they can lead the way with me — thinking they can break me to their will. If you have any hope of reaching your goal tonight, you're going to have to focus on one thing, and one thing only."

  "What's that, Sebastian?" I asked, fresh hope springing in my heart.

  "Pleasuring me. I'll let you in on a secret, one that none of our lovers have ever understood. The reason they've all bored us is because they focus on their own pleasure as much as ours. Give yourself to me, and trust in me to give to you, and you'll find new heights of ecstasy that you've never felt before. You do trust me, don't you?"

  His words pierced me to my heart, and I understood. Sebastian's power in his life came not from his ability to control, but his ability to give and to let go. It was what made him such an accomplished athlete — his ability to pour his body and spirit into the moment without losing himself. It was the same in everything he did, and it was like a light going on in a dark room for me. I sat there, momentarily blinded. When I could focus again, I could see Sebastian still looking me, and I did my best to tear back the controls I had placed on myself.

  "Yes, I do," I promised, a genuine smile coming to my face for the first time in days. Letting my eyes drift down his body, I let my fingers trace the outline of his muscles, searching not for the textures that I wanted to explore, but rather searching for the points that would bring him pleasure. I was surprised to find that he liked his nipples played with, and the first gasp from him came when I got up on my knees, kissing and sucking his right nipple into my mouth, the tiny little nub quickly hardening under my lips. I bit gently, and he growled approvingly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

  Working lower, I took my time, searching for every point I could find, and lavishing attention on those that I could. When I came to his belt, I could see the effect, and if anything, Sebastian was even larger within the cloth confines of his pants. I worked his belt and snap loose, kissing as the first hairs appeared below his waistline. It was sexy, as most men I had been with were too much into so-called manscaping, they didn't look like men anymore. With Sebastian though, you knew you were getting a real man. He was groomed of course, but he looked like a man.

  I worked the zipper on his pants down slowly, each tooth letting go to reveal a fresh edge of skin for me to pleasure. He’d tucked his cock down his pants leg, and when I finally was able to take it out, I could see why. There was no way he could fit that whole thing in the normal crotch of his jeans, he'd blow out the zipper.

  "You've scared a few women with this," I said, not asking the question. "You must be worried every time."

  "Sometimes," he admitted, stroking his fingers through my hair as I tried to wrap my hand around his shaft. I honestly couldn't, as much as I tried. "Are you afraid?"

  "No," I said truthfully. "I . . . I trust you. When it's time, you'll take care of me."

  For what was perhaps the first time in our entire lives, I saw Sebastian's mask totally drop away, and his smile was heartfelt and genuine. If anything, it made him even more beautiful, if that word applied to men.

  "I will," he promised, not cockily, but confidently.

  Licking my lips, I took in the sight of his massive cock in my hands again. I didn't know if I could even fit it in my mouth, but I was damn sure going to try. Licking around the tip, I paid attention to every sound he made, working my way down his shaft. Like most men, he enjoyed having the area on the underside of his head licked. He really liked when I traced my tongue up the vein that pulsed on the underside. He also liked it when I cupped his balls, which were heavy and full.

  I could feel him hold his breath as I opened my mouth wide to ease his head through my lips, and I opened as wide as I could. With agonizing slowness, I felt him go deeper and deeper until he brushed against the back of my throat. I paused, realizing I could still wrap three fingers between my lips and the base of his cock, and I took a moment to relax. Pushing deeper, I swallowed him into my throat until I felt my nose bury itself in the soft nest of his pubic hair. I held myself there until the air burned in my lungs before pulling back, my nostrils flaring as I breathed as hard as I could.

  After burying myself three more times, I pulled myself off, looking him in his eyes.

  "I'm ready," I said, taking him back in my mouth. His fingers wound their way through my hair, holding my head still as he started fucking my mouth. I focused on relaxing my throat as much as I could and giving him all the pleasure I could. In a first for me, I felt fresh heat flood my body, and even though I hadn't touched myself since taking off my clothes, I could feel my nipples tighten and my clit peek out from its hood. My fingers wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I wasn’t sure if I should.

  "Go ahead," Sebastian said, reading my mind it seemed. "I think you'd look sexy rubbing yourself."

  The permission added a thrill to my touches, and my fingers were soon soaking wet, spreading open my labia to dip my middle finger into my aching tunnel. The whole time, Sebastian thrust his cock in and out of my lips, claiming me as his. I could feel him trembling, and a greedy thrill rushed through me, confident that I had him on the edge, when he suddenly pulled back, a long string of drool arcing silver in the light between my lips and the head of his cock.

  "Why?" I asked, confused. "Wasn't it good?"

  "It was," Sebastian said, his mask of self-control dropping over his face again. "But it's not going to be that easy."

  Barely bending down, he picked me up off the floor, his powerful arms carrying me like I was a child to turn me over and deposit me on the edge of the bed. My knees couldn't touch the floor, but I could at least put my feet down somewhat. I heard him open the drawer to his nightstand and rip open a package, and I knew what was coming.

  I didn’t have much time to prepare myself, as he split me open from behind, his thick cock easing into me. I almost screamed, but between the arousal I’d been feeling all day helped, and
he slipped in before the pain became too much. Even better, he paused about halfway in, pulling back and thrusting in short little jabs until I was mewling in pleasure.

  Sebastian's thrusts became longer, each one going a bit deeper until I felt his hips push against my ass. He huffed behind me. I could barely turn my head, he was pushing into me so firmly into the bed, but I could see his eyes close, and the mask drop off of his face again, showing how much pleasure he was getting from me.

  "The reason all your other lovers never satisfied you is because none of them were strong enough to handle you. For all of your confidence, all the work you do in school, all the pack leading you do with your friends, you want someone stronger that you can trust and give yourself to."

  I nodded, as best I could. "Like you."

  Sebastian opened his eyes, and smiled down at me. "Like me. You know I'm going to ruin you for other men from now on, don't you?"

  "I won't need other men," I replied. Sebastian rewarded me with a long, slow thrust of his cock, the ripples coursing through my body. The slow-motion dragged my nipples across the bedspread, adding to the fire in my body. "Let me give myself to you."

  Sebastian's thrusts became steady, his hands holding my hips as he filled me over and over. I wanted to let myself be taken away in the intense pleasure he was giving me, to just wail like all of his other lovers, chasing my own orgasm, but I knew if I was to have what I really wanted, I had to keep just a bit of my self-control. Instead, I turned all of my mind that I could to pleasuring Sebastian, my stepbrother.

  Squeezing myself tight around his cock, I started pushing back, meeting each of his thrusts with my own, adding to his pleasure. My ass ached with each slap of his hips against me, but I didn't care, the soft grunts from him more than wiping away the light pain.

  "Fuck me, fuck me, Sebastian," I grunted, surprised the words slipped out of my mouth. He’d been right. Maybe I could bend other men to my will, but to Sebastian, I was his, to be slut or princess at his discretion.

  My body was tired, my insides burning with the ache of his massive cock filling me over and over, and I could feel my orgasm rushing quickly upon me. I couldn't hold it back anymore, regardless of how much I tried. With a scream, I clamped down as hard as I could, the orgasm tearing through me harder than I had ever came before. No man had ever made me come so hard, even toys or my own hand paled in comparison.

  Suddenly, I felt the reward I had been yearning for. Sebastian's breathing became frantic grunts, and with a final spastic thrust, he slammed into me, my hip-bones groaning in protest as they were pushed into the edge of the bed again. He cried out, a sound I had never heard him utter before in all the years I had heard him fucking in his room. The feeling and the knowledge caused my dwindling orgasm to flare again, my tired throat crying out softly from the knowledge that I’d made him explode.

  He sagged back, his butt hitting a dressing table on the far side away from the bed, leaving me lying there on the edge, my fingers giving me at least a little bit of grip to avoid tumbling to the floor. I felt the bedspread start to let go of its tuck, but before I could fall, Sebastian picked me up, helping me fully onto the bed before ripping the condom off and throwing it in the wastebasket.

  "You definitely get a second time," he breathed, causing me to smile. “Maybe a third. Hell, if you can keep that up, we might just make this an exclusive partnering."

  After that first time, Sebastian and I fucked almost every night for the past five weeks. Sometimes it was hard and nasty — true fucking — and sometimes it was tender and sweet, making love even. Getting through his mask, I’d found a remarkable depth to Sebastian's personality that I'd never seen before.

  We used protection most of the time, but a few times we didn’t. It just felt so much better. He’d always pull out — it was stupid, I know — but it felt so much better that way, and I’d been lost in lust a couple times. When my first period passed without anything happening, I chalked it up to stress and hormones. I wasn’t always consistent with my cycles, and I was getting a hormonal charge that I hadn't had since the beginnings of puberty. But when I missed my second period, I knew. Going down to the pharmacy, I bought two kits, just to be sure. I mean, I couldn’t exactly go to Mom or Donald or the doctor about it without being pretty sure.

  And what would Sebastian say? Would he be happy? I just couldn’t imagine him wanting the responsibility of a child.

  I was so scared, I couldn't even work up the pee the first time. So I downed a liter of water, and I began to feel the urge in my bladder, and I anxiously twirled the kit around in my hands. The back says if it turns blue, I'm pregnant.

  And even though I knew it’d cause a shit storm, I was hoping for blue.

  Chapter 4

  The buzzing of the alarm under my pillow woke me up just like it had every other morning for the past few weeks, right at five-thirty in the morning. The morning staff comes in at six, and I didn't want to take any chances that Sebastian and I would be discovered. Slipping out of his arms, I picked up the pajamas that I had laid on the nightstand next to his bed before we had made love last night. It truly had been making love, with Sebastian taking his time. Even more thrilling to me was afterward, as sleep overcame us both, and he whispered "I love you," in my hair. I didn’t know if he realized what he was saying as he was half asleep, but one could hope.

  "Mmmmm, what are you doing Little One?" Sebastian mumbled, his face sexy even if he was half asleep. "I enjoy you in my arms."

  "I know, but I don't think we want your father or my mother discovering us because the morning staff let their tongues wag," I replied. "It's already five thirty."

  "That means I still have thirty minutes to enjoy you," Sebastian replied, pulling me back into bed with him. For the next ten minutes we kissed, just slow explorations of each other's lips, not even trying to escalate to something more erotic. Finally, I had to push back, or else I would have stayed in bed with him all day.

  "I need to go, Sebastian," I whispered, "please."

  He nodded and smiled, a hint of the cockiness that he showed the rest of the world on his lips. He knew he had me, and he knew that I was perfectly happy with that situation. "Tonight then?"

  "Well, I will see you at breakfast," I replied with a small chuckle, knowing what he meant. From breakfast until the last servant left the Witherspoon mansion, we were Cassie and Sebastian, step-siblings who still lived at home while attending college. We snapped at each other, laughed, taunted, and basically acted like most other siblings, although with a bit of an edge to it that everyone chalked up to an inherent rivalry.

  At night, though, we were Master and Little One, lovers who found in each other a fulfillment that we had never experienced before. To the rest of the world, we were the epitome of Alpha, commanding the respect and admiration of our social spheres. To Sebastian, I was his Little One, protected and treasured while I gave myself fully to him. I held nothing back from him, except for the secret I had learned only two days prior. It wasn't that I didn't think he deserved to know, but I just didn't know how to bring it up. After all, just how do you bring up the fact that in less than six weeks of subservient bliss, I had somehow become pregnant?

  Making my way through our shared bathroom and into my bedroom, I pondered the idea. I mean, Sebastian and I hadn't even brought up the idea of how exclusive our relationship would be. After all, he was Sebastian Witherspoon, scion of Donald Witherspoon, one of the richest men in America. His reputation as one of the great ladies men of our generation was well-deserved. My reputation was more wholesome, and the gossip rags didn't pay nearly as much attention to me. After all, I was just the stepdaughter. Unless I was being treated like Cinderella and cleaning the kitchen, nobody really cared what the hell I did.

  Sliding quickly into the shower stall, I took my time getting ready for the day. Since Sebastian and I started sleeping together, he had started letting me use the shower first in the mornings — it was one of those little changes that had t
aken place in our relationship. The water felt good running over my back and shoulders, and I took the time to wash and fully detangle my long black hair. Sebastian liked to run his hands through it, and while it felt amazing, if I don't take care of my hair, I end up with atrocious knots and snarls. Thankfully Donald had no problem with me buying any hair care products I wanted, and the feeling of the organic coconut-based conditioner felt heavenly.

  After my shower, I got dressed like I normally did when I have class. I mean, college is nothing at all like high school, and the fashion police are a lot less strict. In fact, overdressing seemed to be a lot less strict than underdressing. So while my jeans were still designer, my t-shirt was straight from the student union, and my shoes were regular Nikes, although I tend to like the throwback designs over the flats or other shoes that are popular nowadays. The only nod to my family's wealth was in my laptop, which was just a decked out MacBook Pro. It was expensive, but not exactly something you needed to be a one-percenter to have. Still, I used a plain blue backpack, in fact the same one I had in high school to carry it around.

  Carrying my stuff downstairs, I heard Sebastian showering as I stepped out of my door. Heading downstairs, I dragged my mind away from the mental image of my sexy stepbrother and into the schedule I had for the rest of my day. After breakfast, my first class was at ten, a mandatory English class that really was a lot of fun. It was focused on speech making and composition, and since I plan on going into public relations, I kind of felt like it was right up my alley. After lunch, I had two more classes, neither of which were all that much fun but at least knocked out some of my undergraduate requirements. Trust me, I was so looking forward to next semester when I could really start taking classes that only focused on what I wanted to study.

  I found Mom and Donald already sitting down at the dining room table when I came in. Donald was really one of those down-to-earth types in a lot of ways. I mean, the man has more money than I can even count. He still gets up every day to go down to his office, wearing a regular suit just like the rest of the managers and puts in an honest eight-hour day. I even got to watch him at work one time, a high school project connected with "Bring Our Daughters To Work Day." In my opinion, race car drivers probably have a more exciting job, but he definitely didn't sit around in his office shuffling papers and screwing off — the man worked.